Just then, the loud honk of a car outside broke the oppressive atmosphere. The door opened, and Dai Xinyan rushed in, throwing herself into Shao Tingyu’s arms: “Tingyu, aren’t you happy to see me?!” Lin Mengmeng hadn’t expected that a rich young lady like Dai Xinyan would come here for Shao Tingyu. The sight of the two embracing pierced her heart, almost taking her breath away. Unable to watch any longer, Lin Mengmeng looked down and silently left, but at the door, she couldn’t help but look back, only to see the tender look in Shao Tingyu’s eyes as he gazed at Dai Xinyan. Her nose tingled with the pain of the moment, and she quickly left.
Inside, Shao Tingyu noticed Lin Mengmeng’s departure, his eyes darkening slightly. He then pushed Dai Xinyan away: “Why are you here?” “I’m here to help with the rescue,” Dai Xinyan said with a cheerful smile. Shao Tingyu’s voice was cool: “Don’t cause trouble.” After saying that, he handed Dai Xinyan over to another colleague for arrangements and strode out, ignoring Dai Xinyan’s calls from behind.
The thick night enveloped everything. Since losing her phone, Lin Mengmeng had taken to jotting down notes on paper. “Today marks the 43rd day since my ALS symptoms started; only three days remain before Mr. Shao and I part ways.” Writing this, Lin Mengmeng paused, the image of Shao Tingyu and Dai Xinyan embracing that morning flooding her mind, the bitterness overwhelming her. “At this point, our marriage should end early.” She had to admit that over the years, Shao Tingyu had never let go of Dai Xinyan! She could no longer find any reason to keep him. Holding back tears, Lin Mengmeng found another sheet of paper and meticulously wrote out a divorce agreement.
Chapter Seven: Farewell
